21AN: My first multi-chapter story for Bones. I have to say, I am an eager beaver (…that was cheesy) to get started on this little adventure and test the waters of Brennan and Booth in more than a one-shot.
As always, enjoy!
Present-Day
F.B.I. Headquarters, Washington, D.C.
Special Agent Seeley Booth's office
7:32 a.m.
"You've reached Dr. Temperance Brennan. Please leave your name, number, and a short message and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you." I don't bother even flipping the phone down. My fingers immediately hit end, then send, and send again. Six rings later: "You've reached Dr. Temperance Brennan…" I don't know how many calls I make to her phone. The only thing I do know is that she hasn't answered a single one of them. I only leave one message after the familiar beep:
"I will find you, Bones." Now, though, after pacing back and forth through her office, I am not really sure about anything. I am only scared, frightened.
"Where are you, Bones? I need my guy-hug." The funny thing is that the hugs are anything but masculine. Eventually, I believe she caught onto that. But this was Bones and she would never reveal this fact, even though it's the truth.
Papers and Post-It notes are strewn across the deep mahogany of Bones' desk. Evidence that Bones disappeared right out from under our noses. Right out of the Jeffersonian. Oddly enough, I wasn't surprised when, an hour ago, Cam declared that Bones couldn't be found anywhere, and she must have been taken. She wasn't taken, though. Taking something was done with the slim chance it might be brought back by the taker. I have every intention of bringing her back myself.
Bones was stolen. And I'm not surprised about this fact one bit. My life has begun to turn around, begun to edge closer to the bright side of life, the greener pastures, or whatever-the-hell-else you want to call it. So of course, the universe decides to throw me another 180.
There's a burden, knowing you are putting your entire self out on the line, dangling in mid-air, arms spread out, because you've got enough faith to know that someone will catch you before you begin to fall. That's the way it is with her. She is my caped-crusader in a world of crime and bullets and fear and hatred. She is the hand that clasps around my own- pulls me in- when I can't hang on any longer.
And now she's been stolen from me. I feel myself falling, creeping closer and closer to the rocky bottom below. There is no hand to haul me back up. I desperately need that hand back; I desperately need her back, in my arms, in my life, anywhere she could fit in- just as long as she is here and safe.
"You've reached Dr. Temperance Brennan. Please leave your name, number, and a short message and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you."
"Temperance," I take a deep breath to keep my voice from breaking, "Everything's going to be fine. You and the baby will be fine." That's the burden.
There's a light knock on the door and I glance up, quickly setting my mouth into a grim line because I don't want anyone to see this anguish, this pain. I don't want anyone to see it besides Bones. After all, she's the only one I have ever fully trusted in this world. "Come in."
AN: This is more of a what-if story: if Brennan had ended up trying for a baby. Which, trust me, I was happy that she didn't, because I believe it would have ruined all that sexual tension and "tear our clothes off and do it against the wall" passion. That's a quote from David. Yes, I listen to the DVD commentaries because I'm that obsessed.
This story takes place roughly a year or so after the season four finale.
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